oneintheear

Sunday, 16 January 2011

Shit's got real

Chaos has reigned of late - Thursday nights have become THE night to drink everything in sight - meaning the Fridays of the new year have been character building exercises in endurance and stamina. Despite any efforts to cover up the night before, the red eyes always give the game away. Rats. Last Thursday culminated in giving a man with a beard a phone number in local late night haunt the Dolphin. 'Why?' is a question that will hopefully never be fully answered.

Elsewhere we ventured down the London Fields birthday for a messy 40th, acquired a new flat mate and sourced and subsequently purchased a bottle of Buckfast - the de rigeur drink for the Scottish alcoholic. A sampling session is imminent as the first pay day of the year is still more than a week away...

Losing one's edge

It's a Batty Rymer birthday Buckfast kinda ting

Wonky shit

When collaborations go fucking weird

Thursday night whine

Welcome to Hackney

Bargain business

Monday, 10 January 2011

It's cold outside but it's warm in here

Yes yes yes - Grit your teeth cheurbs - Frustratingly payday is still only a distant glint on the horizon. So a diet of one pot dishes and soup is currently stretching out in front of us as far as the eye can see. Thankfully there's some right, massive tunes popping out all over the place to stick the collective snout in. Get the beak round these...

Sunday, 9 January 2011

El Guincho

If you're into wobbly, steel band led Spanish pop funk then you should check El Guincho. The video is a fine blend of tits, guns and egg smashing. Props to Ruf Dug for turning us onto this...

Thursday, 6 January 2011

Ooh Ahh - Roger Palmer

When I reached the teeny weeny age of nine, this dude above was one of my heroes. The reclusive Oldham Athletic striker, Roger Palmer. After being the team's number one goal scorer during their golden year of 1990, he moved to Sale and became a recluse. His look is a strong one. Latics did a run of replica shirts late last year but I was too late on the uptake... Want. want. want...

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

Come come Mr Bond...

As with any massive high, comes a crashing low. Which in many ways is totally standard. It's swings and roundabouts innit. If you were constantly buzzing you'd eventually have nowhere left to go as your nonce would eventually be bouncing off whatever ceiling you're under. Which, on trying to leave Sheffield earlier in the week, is the theory behind our collective missing of the train back to the smoke. After all that goodness, why let it carry on being so good when you can fuck it up for yourselves by indulging oneself in a flat white too far. Too much, too young. In our case we set about blaming everyone but ourselves including relatives in other parts of the world.

Whoever it was, it certainly wasn't us.

Desperately attempting to leave the Steel Citay...

View from the afternoon

Man-sized kebab

Format fusions

Having a great time

Having a really greatttt time

Wheels within wheels

Dreams can come true

Granny business

Dosa

Wind your pooch's neck in. Babes

Festive munch

The grail

Santa Barber

Radicalising the moderates

Balearic

Suge Knight the 2nd

Hello handsome. What's your name?

Standard

Yep

Safe

The chef

New Year wheezey soaking you to the molecule

Christmas and NYE go together like a hand up a fist. If your flex is appropriately prepped, then once you've stuffed yourself stupid over the festive period, you can dance yourself thin less than five days later. We journeyed to Sheffield to do exactly that in an arch deep in the guts of the city. Kabal was the flex featuring Pipes, FMG and Chris Welch who kept the arch reverbertaing until well into the next morning. Predictably we spunked our fun load a little too early in the club but made up for it by attempting to drown ourselves in liquor back at the (borrowed) ranch. Props to the Kabal committee. As expected, it was big, bad and heavy. And ring a ding ding to the Off Me Nut Crew, who were also repping. Hard. Sheffield past meets Sheffield future somewhere near Niche. Hello 2011. Let's be having you...